Saturday, November 10, 2007

Clawfoot Bathes the Baby: Installment the Fourth



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

O clawfoot, what arrow-eyes you have
Going crosswise with delirium and amused disdain!
What teeth you have, what a dropleaf tongue!
How about TRAPDOOR TO THE ASYLUM,
Or has that bell and dishcloth been rung?
As for you, Hostess Tricia, what a cornucopia
You are of sweet and oblique surprise!

Tricia said...

Cornucopia? I prefer to think of myself as, I don't know, a magic bottomless moneybag.

Anonymous said...

TRICIA CHOOSES NEVER TO STOOP

Oh dear! It’s clear Anonymous
Has failed again to adequately gust
Hostess Tricia, and by this
Or that has missed
Or else exceeded the mark! But hear ye!
Hear ye! Anonymous, a Dutch,

Unlike a certain notoriously
Terminated and merely
Intermediate Duchess,
Let’s himself be lessoned
So, and shall not set his wits to hers,
Forsooth, nor make excuse, amen!

Tricia said...

You gusted me fine! I am just distracted--it's been a rough week.